[Verse]
I was 12 years old, trapping out mama house
Sell them 50 for a O, 900 for a pound
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
We was posted on the corner, standing with that llama out
Ready to show a pussy n***a what that drama about
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
I had whole pound fair back when I was 13
My country boy was getting them bitches for me dirty cheap
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
I’m talkin parking lot action, stunting at the front street
Cuz it’s prime down on 4, flexing hard with lil fee
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Way before these n***as even started talking bout finessing
Bitch I was on the team tricking n***as for lil nicks
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Way back I wouldn't give my hand, had that bitch going H.A.M
Prefer to hit the town, 50 dollar for a ground
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Back when me and Lil Goony used to be in Buckingham
Talking razorblade action, selling never 100 slams
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Thousand dollar dice games, bet a 100, shoot a 100
At the same time those swinging cellphones jumping
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
In a way we were straight, what if they’re blowing money?
Paint wet, motor runnin, Ace on the Porsche cutless
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
I remember back when (?) was on (?)
Rest in peace to Chevy D, one time for Willy Park
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
I done seen Lil Daddy do some numbers on that south
And a n***a still at it, my little n***a J got out
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Circle came straight, that bitch still doing numbers
And we got what you need, lil G just here, pull up on 'em
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
300 stacked fat, 3-6 figure Z
I’ma get money off of rap when your car on that heat
N***a, that's Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Tell 'em free my n***a Tito, boy you took one for the team
When your car home I got ya and I put that shit on it
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Told my man "easy, take it easy, best believe God got ya"
And motherfuck the feds, tell them bitches free my uncle
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
Told Huck I wasn’t gon get him out the streets when I first met him
For what them n***as talkin? Homie you a real n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a
This that Trap Muzik, n***a